Death's Shadow

• Monique Smith, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

The thief lord on his coal black horse
The last one you will fear to meet
He flies through the night on a cloud of fear
The shadow who walks through time
He came before the beginning
He will go after the end
The ghost of the past living in your future
The immortal devoid of life
No one can escape him
Wether swift of foot or broad of mind
You must go in peace as the night shadow comes
He is the bringer of the final sleep